“Take a seat, Mr. Kirkland. We have to do your x-rays first since you’re a first-time patient of the facility.” She had a keyboard, working the screen. It highlighted my name and afterwards, she put it down then covered me with protective gear for the x-ray.
“When’s the last time you’ve seen a dentist?” she made light conversation.
“About five months ago.”
“That’s recent. Why are you back so soon?”
“’Cause I wanted to see you.”
I saw her restrain her smile.
I chuckled while she moved around nervously to start the x-ray procedure. She didn’t have to say shit. I knew she was fucking with how a nigga went through lengths to see her.
An hour later
My appointment was finished. It went just how I knew it would. X- rays used a bit of time but after that, it was smooth. She liked to work with soft R&B in the background. At first, I thought her ass was gone fuck some shit up in my mouth, but she handled business. Got in and out without hiccups.
“You’ve been in this mothafucka working all morning, I’m taking you to lunch,” I told her while she handed me that weak ass goodie bag.
“I can feed myself.”
“There you go telling me what you can fuckin’ do again. If you got time, you ‘bout to eat.” I walked out of her suite, exiting the office and headed back to reception.
“Alright, Mr. Kirkland, your total is…” Hannah typed away on her computer.
“Five- fifty.”
I handed her my card.
“Hannah, after Mr. Kirkland, my calendar is clear. I’m heading to lunch,” Eris told Hannah as she came from the back only in her scrubs. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she only wore gloss. There were small indents in her face from her gear, but it didn’t take away from her beauty.
She headed out before me, and when I was done with my transaction, I caught up to her near my truck. She snapped her head with a loud huff, but I opened that mothafucka.
“I’m surprised you taking a nigga up on the offer.”
“I almost didn’t.” She hopped into the cabin, and I closed the door.
I jogged around and got in. She sat quiet, gazing out the window. I know that shit with Gia fucked her head up. Not knowing the right shit to say at first, I drove in silence.
“Never let a mothafucka get inside your head.”
“I’m good.”
I gently grabbed her hand. Her shoulders locked up from tension. I never wanted to see her like that. Never wanted to put her in that kind of position.
“If I didn’t come out there, would you have taken her offer?”
“What offer?”
“Don’t play, Rayzor. That bitch was throwing her pussy at you.”
“And? I get pussy thrown at me all the time. That hoe can’t even sniff my dick.”
“Yeah. Whatever,” she murmured.
I smirked. “Miss Impulsive checking hoes behind me.”
“Don’t get it twisted. That was about my respect. Not you.”
